1000 experiences that could only happen at Bonnaroo!!

First night of my first Bonnaroo (2006), during Dios' set, a butt-naked dude starts climbing up the lighting rig. Climbs to top, starts climbing towards the middle like the rig was fucking monkey bars, swings a couple times, then just drops. Don't know what happened to him. The band had to stop the song they were playing they were laughing so hard.

I'm so excited, I finally remembered a specific event to post in this thread!!! And to make it better, I've got two of those moments!

After Tom Petty, in 2013, a few of my friends and I were sitting around and brainstorming on where a couple of buddies had disappeared to... Just then, they come strolling and say that they found a sick DJ show going on somewhere out in the campgrounds and that they came back to see if we wanted to join. So of course we said yes, after following them for like thirty minutes, we stumbled upon a large truck (seemingly similar to a food truck) that two guys are DJ-ing out of and there is a decent crowd out there dancing even harder than I had seen people going at Pretty Lights the night before. It was seriously the perfect way to end my first roo... After this long and grueling weekend that had been filled with some of my favorite artists of all time, during which I had been embracing the roo ways of treating everybody like family and just feeling the love of this special and unique place. I found myself at an electronic show outside of a food truck with a bunch of strangers and a couple friends at 3 am in the middle of Tennessee, BUT, because I was at bonnaroo it was one of the best experiences of my life.

And then I had another one of these experiences as I walked away through the campground. Realizing, as the new day broke over the trees in the distance, that it wasn't the amazing artists/acts that make roo special, it is literally everything else.

don't know what number we are on now #189? anyway cant recall if it was friday or saturday morning but i was camped out in the back 60. i went for a shower around 10am , got in line which was pretty long thanks to the girls coming over to our showers. while in line i was having a conversation with this guy about the night before, when i realized i don't have my wallet I'm like crap i just had it.
thought i must have dropped it so i asked the guy hey man can you save me a spot i think i dropped my wallet on my way here. he's like yea man its kool go, so i run my heart out i found my wallet on ground close to my car nothing missing .

i get back to the line and dude is like did you find it I'm like yea , tell him thanks for saving my spot he's like its kool man no problem. as soon as i get right back into my spot the dude just gets down to his birthday suit nvm that theres 2 people still in front of us. the dude is just naked just waiting inline not a single care in the world

well the guys shower moved fast wednesday and thursday. but then the girls noticed it and came over thats when it started to slow down like come on girls you don't need to shave we don't mind a little hair

In the town in florida where you come from and everyone runs around yelling racist slurs at each other and noone there has a problem with it, so why should anyone else?, does the same rule also apply to having sex with small children?

well they were shaving legs i mean its bonnaroo if you are down for sex and don't mind the sweat and smell . doubt you will mind a little hair on legs 

Monday morning packing stuff up. For some reason I notice this guy 2 sites away brushing his teeth. He grabs a Paps, chugs the can and swallows.
He never spit out the toothpaste.

I took a (foam but real looking) baseball bat to the rail of glitch mob! Best experience of my life! No seriously though, Best. Experiance. Of. My. Life!

Did you still have the skull make up on at that point?

GLITCH MOB!

Don't you know Glitch Mob are well known for foam baseball bats?

Phish closing 2012, it had been sprinkling throughout most of the second half of their second set and as they ended their last song a massive fireworks display started and torrential rain began to pour out of the sky. It was pretty trippy and I wondered if I would ever in my life see such a spectacular fireworks show while standing in the pouring rain (so far no).

I took shelter under a shade tent until it began to taper off. And by "it" I mean the rain....and stuff. Crossing the road towards my spot in TO there is this attractive wook princess seated in a lawn chair heckling people as they walk by. She calls to me. Not a heckle but a "Hey YOU. Yeah..dude you. Come here man." I approach and can tell she's kinda lit. She's holding a nearly full 5th of some kind of liquor drinking deeply from it. She offers it to me with a "Have a drink." I accept it from her and swallow a big gulp. It's awful. Some kind of whiskey or perhaps a rum I can't tell. Somehow I don't vomit & ask her "Mind if I sit?" she says almost bored "Do what ever you want."

I sit in a lawn chair to her right. She starts telling me that all of these people that we see. None of them are really there. They won't be here tomorrow. They weren't here yesterday. And they "sure as fuck aren't here tonight". I ask her "How do you mean?" trying to sound genuinely like I'm interested in understanding how she came to that conclusion and not in a "what the fuck are you talking about" kind of way (It's all about inflection). I was really interested. Understanding anything else seemed kinda boring right then. She seemed pretty weird, maybe a bit damaged but most importantly interesting!

She responds "How do I mean? I just speak, that's how I mean. I open my mouth and the meaning comes out." She laughs to herself out loud then says "That's how everyone should mean. Just open your mouth and mean." Then kind of rolling her eyes, "Pretty simple man." and trails off "How do I MEAN?!?!" I'm not in the mood for an existential pissing match so I let it roll off my back. I figure this is more entertaining than just heading back to my spot and beating down a wild buzz with booze until I can fall asleep.So I press on. This leads to a blur of a conversation I can't remember about speaking and meaning and being and not being and memories vs the reality some how explaining why no one is actually there and they never were. An existential pissing match basically. 

Eventually during a pause she says "I lost my friends inside" and laughs "but they were never in there either!"...Watching a group of people pile into a FestiCab I say "Well. I've nothing better to do, I'd be happy to help you search for your friends if you want." Still looking straight forward her head leans in my direction to the right. She turns her face to me, half smiles and puts her index finger to her lips and hisses "SHHHhhhhh!"  

She hands me the now 3/4 empty bottle and quickly like some sort of Hippy Ninja runs to the back of the FestiCap, hops on to the back without anyone in the cab noticing and holding onto the frame speeds off into the night. 

When I am finally eaten by a shark or pack of lions & my life is flashing before my eyes I fully expect that memory to be there. It could have come from nowhere else but Bonnaroo! It's the most Bonnaroo memory I will ever have. Until Next year.

There was also that time I cried like a baby as I sang Hey Jude with all of you beautiful people. Sir Paul is the man. Enough said.